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[lady_atlantis]

She watches him sleep, alone in his bed, a carefree smile on his face. She wonders what he's dreaming about. A simple touch could look into his mind, she could see for herself - but somehow she prefers to wonder, prefers the mystery

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[lt_col_sheppard]

John's mind is assaulted by frantic denial, fear, pain--pleas to keep her safe, not to leave her alone--pleas to make it all better again. His heart breaks under the onslaught, and his mind nearly does as well...her emotions are painful in their strength and clarity--even when she's not suffering. But this...this is more than he can bear.

He completely wraps his Atlantis in his arms, burying her tear-damp face in the damp fabric of his shirt. Words are useless--words can't fix her--words can't tell her he won't leave her ever again--even if he says them. Words are empty and formless--but actions--actions she can believe in.

they left you, they were weak...but you know me..you *know* me, and I won't ever leave you.

He tips her head back and kisses her cheeks, soft and alive and such a marvel

[lady_atlantis]

Atlantis clings to his reassurances, trusting his promise against all reason - her creators had abandoned her against their own wills, what made John any safer? But he promised, and she believes him...

"How do I keep messing up so badly?" she asks, the spoken words making her seem purely human, not the powerful city she normally is. "Why can't I just get it right? Why can't I just let him be?"

((did Toni tell you my thoughts on Atlantis/this plotline? This not having a computer thing sucks...))

[lt_col_sheppard]

John cradles her, still pressing kisses to her cheeks and forehead. Her voice is lyrical, soft, exactly the voice he'd always imagined in his head--and somehow hearing it makes her more real. He is awed by that for a moment, one large, sunbronzed hand against her pale cheek. She's real and here..unless he's finally snapped, which is so an option at this point too.

I-I don't know....I don't pretend to understand anything about you--about us. We live with you, we love you and you love us...other than that, I can't explain any of this...maybe he reminds you of someone...one of the ones you loved before, who left you.

(( nooo I hadn't heard! But it all sounds quite good--just bring her back to what she was...it'll be easier on you, and we can pop her out occasionally for bigger things if we like ))

[lady_atlantis]

"I'm a mystery even to myself," she admits with a laugh. "I was supposed to be intelligent, but not independent...they never knew why, they noticed sometimes, I wasn't like the other cities, but..."

She snuggles closer into his arms. "But with you, I don't need to wonder why. When you're here, I can just accept it, just let the moment be what it is..."

((I love playing Atlantis, and honestly she's probably my favorite of my characters, but she doesn't fit - it's too easy to have her take things over, dominate the entire thing, and that wouldn't be right. I think I'd rather keep her kinda quietly there in the background and put more energy into developing Liz and Katie...and good Gods, I just realized my characters have the two most common names from my high school. Seriously, we had 5 Liz's and 6 Katies in a class of 50...))

[lt_col_sheppard]

You're a marvel, that's what you are...and we are all lucky to live with you. You're....beautiful, Atlantis. And not just this body...though, nicely done there. Human mouths and english words cant describe how beautiful...I don't tell the others how often I speak to you...I worry they'll think I'm mad.

They curl together on the floor of a hidden room in a hidden hall in a living city, and share silence. A man and his City, a Mother and her Child, a Goddess and her favored. And for a while, all is peace again.

are you going to stay with us?